The howl of the wind as the metal zits inches away from your head is the only signal you get before a dozen more take its place. By instinct, you feel your body grow light, weightless even as mist overtakes you, shadowing you towards the safety of the tree line.

A chuckle emanates just as you return to your corporeal form and you catch a glimpse of your attempted murderer.

Her eyes glint beneath the moon's piercing gaze, and the silver addled in her pistols do nothing to tear your attention away from her. She's been at your tail for a while now. Literally.

Even when you shapechange into an unassuming wolf, she spots you. A hawk focused on its prey.

"Lovely evening tonight." She hums, flicking out the cylinder and letting the dead shells drop against the chilled earth. "Wonderful for a dance."

You've seen Josephine before—a usually calm and composed noblewoman under the grace of day but a manic (if not subtly) huntress with the blessings of the night. You never could've guessed she'd have silver against your throat within a second's notice.

You watch, baring your fangs in an amused grin as she reveals the whip stapled against her belt. You could hear it warping the air as she flaunts the silver shards that adorn it.

How much more will she keep you in her dance, you wonder. It's almost as if she has watchers on you, managing to find you with each cycle. You won't complain though.

Beneath the white glow, your killer is truly breathtaking.